One hand over the other, I cling to rock after rock on the face of an imposing cliff. With the sun beating down, every move is exhausting, forcing me to stop and rest at each grip. I curse the times I doubled back or missed a jump on the way up for leaving me with so little energy. But the edge of the cliff is nearly in reach now. I jump with the last of my strength and hope I can scramble over with what I’ve got left.
